I'M TOO OLD TO BE A SCAB

(T-Bone Slim [Valentine Huhta])



Goodbye, master, I must leave you,

Something tells me I must go,

For you know I can't deceive you,

Going wage is too darn low.

Yes, you say that you will lead me

If I chop that hardwood cord;

Do not to temptation lead me,

I'm not toiling for my board.



If I work for bread and lodging

While the sun is high and warm,

It would cause me sundry dodging

Through the winter's cold and storm.

I must have the all that's in it

In the labor that I sell;

For you cannot tell what minute

It may start to rain like hell.



One more question, boss, one only --

As you count your wealth untold,

Would you have me save bologna

'Gainst the day when I am old ?

Now we understand each other,

(As we play the game of grab)

But, please do recall, "my brother",

I'm too old to be a scab.



(IWW Songbook, 21st Edition, 1925)



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